Sunday, September 07, 2008

We have lived in our house for about 15 years. When we first moved, we had a garage sale to get rid of the stuff that didn't fit the house or was no longer needed. We met a few neighbors, and were stunned at what people bought and what they didn't.

Since then, we have accumulated and purged many times, but we have not had another garage sale. We almost always have had a box or two in the garage earmarked "garage sale", as if it is a yearly event or a required duty of all suburban families. Somehow or another, all those summers went by without another sale. We donated the stuff, or gave it to a larger garage sale being held by the chorus or some other organization. Sometimes it just went to the dump.

Today, we had our second garage sale. Yesterday, on the hottest day in recent history, we hauled everything out of the dusty garage onto the driveway. We talked to our neighbors and they joined in the "fun" by hauling out their stuff, too. Our dog walking friends and neighbors stopped by to peruse it. Honestly, some of that junk was stuff that should have been sold at our LAST sale, it was that old and moldy. In the last 15 minutes of the sale, we made half of our profits. Then the best neighbor in the world (ours), took all the leftovers in his truck down to Goodwill. It's gone!

We had a great time socializing with everyone and watching our small portion of the world go by. People seemed to enjoy picking over the tables and mostly buying things that we did not originally own.